A flower smiled at me
as I was walking by,
distracted by my thoughts, and cares,
all unaware that here
within my reach
there was this stunning power:
beauty in a broken world.
I might have missed it in my rush,
but it stood tall and proud
it’s glowing, sun-rimmed, dark-eyed face
on level with my own
and beckoned me to stop
and take a breath of joy.
And as I stood, and gazed, and breathed
— for this sweet moment full-aware —
the flower swayed and waved it’s salutation
moving in the wind
of passing cars
(which, doubtless, burned the flower
with their breath of noxious gas
that over-heats the life of growing, greening things).
But still the flower danced
and in that dance
it tugged the corners of my mouth
to smile back.
The sky was painted for my soul tonight.
The sweeping strokes of color draw me up
away from gravity of daily life,
and draw from me a sigh too deep for words,
too real to be confined to lines of frozen verse.
But I must try,
must let my spirit’s lover know that I have read his message
writ across this little part of heaven –
the only part that I can see, for now.
It’s hard to wait,
with leaden feet that trap me here upon this broken earth
It’s hard to see only a little piece of heaven
when I’m longing for that sweet fulfillment when I’ll see it all
and know that all is well
not just for me, but truly ALL.
But until then,
I have this sky
And in this sky,
In this soft, momentary gift of light
I know the soul of God.